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Monday, 27 March 2017


Girl it's  me, you and the crackpot.
Light one, bless the brain... and never ever see the world same.
Let the high kick in, till you feel your legs lame.

And oh yeah! it might f*ck with your head alil', but it ain't the worst game.
Girl it's me, you and the jackpot.
When i hit it big, you gon' be balling all season.
In clubs more grand than Madrid or Barca.
Where the bottles keep passing from hand to hand... tiki-taka.

Put a ring on it and bring you to my home.
'Coz with you by my side i never lost away.
You never let me listen to the words that the others always say.

Told me i had the fire, and taught me to keep firm like Pearson-Spectre-Litt.
I bet my last name would give your first a ring to it.
When they'd call you "Mrs", i can't envisage the blessings that it'd bring.
"Here comes the bride", the choir would sing.
And those that thought we wouldn't come this far, i wonder how much it would sting.

Girl it's me, you and the lights.
On this special night i wonder if you like 'em on or off.
As i slowly undress you, i wonder what secrets Victoria would expose.
My super performer, ridiculously sexy when you strike a pose.
You raise my mic up, and you quite good with freestyles.
Girl it's me, you and the baby girl we made.
Her hazel nut eyes captivate me.

And i promise she's the only one i'd love above you.
Her cute smile could breathe summer into a heart so cold.
Look at what we made baby, it's surely above gold.
Finally baby, it's me, you and frail backs.
With grey hairs as souvenirs for a life spent with a gemstone.
Still as beautiful as sapphires that adorn a queen's crown.
Thanks for never bringing to my face tears or frown.
Thanks for years of laughter and being my goofy clown.
So from now, till when it's me, you  and death...

I'll still think 'bout you first, before my weary cardiac muscles.
I'll still love you, my gentle dove.

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